#actually. i have a storage room just for you

[copperbadge]

[ID: Four images; top left is a bright white light mounted on the ceiling of a shower, and the top middle is the remote control for it, mounted sideways on a wall. The top right is an overhead light in my front hallway, which is an unusual shade of green. Bottom image shows a window in the corner of my living room, with a star-shaped lamp hanging in the middle of it, gently glowing with light.]

Ironically, this is all photography of the stuff I didn't intend to do today.

I've been considering getting an offsite storage unit (more on this in another post) and it turns out some good friends who live nearby were also, but neither of us need a TON of space, so we decided to go in halves on the unit. They're a little more prepared than I am to move in, but they also have a car and will help me move my stuff when they move theirs, so for the next week or until the project is done, I'm mostly going to be packing big plastic bins with stuff I'm taking to storage. And all the bins I currently own have my full name on them in big block letters, so I won't be photographing those.

A side-effect of this, however, is that in the "DIY" bin (which will not be going to storage but needed weeding) I uncovered a light bulb that fits my star light, which had been flickering due to a dying bulb. So I got out Darth Ladder and changed the bulb. I figured as long as the ladder was out, I'd replace the bathroom lamp with a remote-control version, and that's a whole comedy of errors, but suffice it to say this one, which has a remote and doesn't NEED good motion sensing, actually has great motion sensing. So while I hung the remote on a magnetic bracket nearby, I probably won't need to use it much. I had to hang it sideways to get it to work, so now it does kind of look like my toilet has a control panel.

I found one other lightbulb in the DIY bin, a Kasa smart bulb -- I bought one for my bedroom floor lamp so I could turn the light on without getting out of bed, but they come in packs of two and I'd just kind of stashed the other one to deal with later, then forgot about it. As long as I was already running around risking death on Darth Ladder, I thought I'd install one in my hall lamp. I have two hall lamps on one switch, but I like to leave the front-door lamp on when I go out so that I don't come back to a totally dark hallway. This way, I can turn the smart lamp (nearer the living room) off so I don't have two unnecessary lights burning.

Also as you can see, it has some rad color settings, so if I want to have a little hallway rave, I can.

I sometimes find listening to new podcasts kind of challenging, so today I had some comfort-listening: The "Art Nouveau" and "De Havilland Comet" episodes of Well There's Your Problem. The Art Nouveau episode is a "bonus episode" you get with a Patreon membership and that episode alone is worth the $2 a month.

[lillotte17]

The Music Room

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS‼- Do Not Read unless you have completed the Dread Wolf's Regrets quest!!!!

AN: I have not finished the game, so I don't know if this will actually be part of my canon yet, but the world is currently awful and I...needed to be making something. But as I said: I have NOT finished the game yet, so if you leave a comment (pls and thank) do NOT write anything with spoilers in it!!!

Okay, on with the show!

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Rill finds Inquisitor Lavellan sitting at the harpsichord in the music room. All of the other rooms at the Lighthouse had seemed barren when they had first started using it as their base, and even this one had apparently been used as some sort of storage space -there was an alarming amount of cheese for some reason- but the quiet here feels different in a way that is hard to quantify. Peaceful, as opposed to desolate. The light pouring through the windows is always bright in here. Always warm. The murals on the walls were still vivid when they came. Colorful and new. The most prominent one bears the symbol of the Inquisition flanked by howling wolves.

The woman contemplating it does not look like the fearsome hero who closed a hole in the sky and stopped the southern half of the world from falling into chaos, though. She looks small. And tired. And sad.

Rill clears her throat, feeling awkward.

“So. Not trying to complain or anything, but when you asked to come here, you did say that you could help by giving us insight into Solas’ history and his way of thinking and… Well. You were pretty quiet in there while we watched those memories.”

“I know,” Aili sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I knew some of it. Bits of things he told me himself. Things I figured out…afterwards. And I knew there would be more. More I didn’t know. He’s thousands of years old, so I knew that the story of his life would be more than what he had told me, but…”

“It’s a lot.” Rill hums in agreement.

“Bit of an understatement,” Aili snorts. Her gaze drifts down, and she runs her fingers over the instrument in front of her. “…I didn’t even know he played.”

“So, tell me what you do know,” Rill says, casually plopping down onto a nearby crate, “It’s probably more helpful than you think.”

“I know… I know that he hates tea.”

“Right. Noted. Probably shouldn’t offer him any of Lucanis’ coffee either, then.” Rill grins, folding her arms across her chest.

“Probably not,” Aili agrees, returning the smile faintly. “He has a sweet tooth, though. He loves books. Loves learning. And teaching, too. He was always happy to share stories about places he had been, or spirits he had talked to. He paints beautifully. And he sketches, too. He doesn’t laugh very often, but when he does, it’s…”

She trails off, her face creased with grief and faint traces of longing.

“I’m sorry.”  She says again.

Rill shakes her head at the apology but gives her a curious look afterwards.

“You said that Solas was important to you; I’m guessing you didn’t mean that you were just really good friends?”

Aili shrugs.

“I thought that we were…something.” She glances around the room again, eyes landing on the mural of the slain dragon and the mourning wolf above it. “Now I’m not sure if even that was true.”

“Is that something he would lie about?” Rill wonders, her eyebrows ticking upwards, “Because that would be some valuable insight. He doesn’t strike me as the sort to use seduction as a manipulation tactic, but he seems comfortable twisting the truth about everything else, so…”

Aili sits for a moment in silence, frowning in consideration before finally shaking her he in the negative.

“It’s… No.” She fumbles briefly. “I know that given…given everything we’ve seen, it might be hard to believe, but… He has a kind heart. Truly. He wants to do the right thing. He believes in justice, and he wants things to be fair. He wants to help people when he sees them suffering. And he blames himself when he can’t. He just…comes to the wrong conclusions, sometimes, and he struggles to ask for help when he needs it. He… There would be no reason to -no point- in lying about his feelings for me. I was already his friend, and I took his advice seriously. He had my ear and my protection. He wouldn’t get anything out of it unless his intention was to be needlessly cruel, and…he’s not like that. He isn’t.”

“Then why were you doubting that you had something?”

“It’s…complicated.” Aili sighs. “It’s about time, I think. Or at least, part of it is. He feels things deeply. Passionately. Even if you can’t tell which words he’s telling you are true, you can always tell when something matters to him. And this place… Mythal is everywhere. In every mural. In every room. Statues. Paintings. Symbols. Everything is about her. For her. Even now. Even after taking Flemeth’s power and essentially killing her himself. His love for her, whatever shape or form it might have had, has colored every aspect of his life since the beginning of the world. And compared to that…”

She taps a single key on the harpsichord, letting out a high clear note.

“Mythal is the All-Mother. The Protecter. The bright and beguiling moon. And I…I am barely a candle flame.”

“You’re the Inquisitor. The Savior of the South. People still call you the ‘Herald of Andraste.’ You disbanded the Inquisition, and still managed to bring enough people together to hold back the darkspawn hordes while I fight the gods up here in the North. I think you might be selling yourself a bit short.” Rill says with a curl of her lips, trying to be kind.

“There will always be heroes, just as there will always be despots. I’m hardly unique in that respect.” Aili replies, striking another key. “A puny mortal striking back at false gods probably reminded him of his own past. His own struggles. Maybe that was it. Maybe there’s even something about me that made him think of Mythal. I don’t know. I don’t know what he saw in me. Or thought he saw. But look around. There are a few Inquisition symbols in this room, but beyond that… There is no trace of me in this place. Nothing he held onto. Nothing he felt was worth keeping.” 

Rill frowns. Fidgeting with her hands. Itching to pull out a blade to play with, but uncertain if the move would been seen as a threat.

“Sorry.” She offers after a few moments of silence. “I try not to talk to him very often, for obvious reasons. It’s still a bit creepy, if I’m being honest. Even if I did, though, I don’t think his romantic life would be something he’d be keen to tell me about.”

“It’s not your fault,” Aili assures her with a smile that does not reach her eyes, “He wasn’t keen to tell me either.”

“The Fade’s a funny place, though,” Rill says, gesturing at their surroundings, “I’m not always sure which bits of the things we’ve found here are from Solas, and which things we brought along ourselves. Lucanis found a book he used to read as a kid. Harding says she can smell her mom’s cooking sometimes. Neve said she can hear the sea when she wakes up in the mornings. Things like that, you know?”

The Inquisitor nods.

“Not surprising, given the nature of this place and the person who built it.” Aili says. “This was a refuge. For spirits and slaves fleeing tyranny. And for Solas himself, too. It wants to be welcoming. It wants you to feel safe.”

“It was different when we got here, though.” Rill tells her. “Bit empty. Bit sad. Lonely, almost.”

“Sounds like Solas,” Aili sighs, something close to exasperated fondness.

“This room though…” Rill sits up straighter, turning her head to glance at the sunlight painting patterns on the already painted walls. “It was always like this. It may be small and tucked away, but it’s honestly one of my favorite places in the Lighthouse. It’s always a little warmer in here. The sun’s always shining through the windows. The quiet in here feels like…comfort. Like home.”

“I feel like you’re trying to lead me somewhere, but I’m not sure where it is,” Aili chuckles.

“Well, you said it yourself, didn’t you?” Rill grins back at her, “This is the only room with Inquisition symbols in it.”

Aili blinks. Makes a face.

“There are also murals of Mythal in here. Because she’s everywhere.”

It is Rill’s turn to sigh.

“Maybe she is. Maybe he couldn’t escape from her. Maybe he never will. What she did. What she made him do. What was done to her. But the library with all his memories of her is big and dark and gloomy. And the statues of her are stiff and aloof and cold. And the little room upstairs he shoved a cot into to sleep is…just depressing, really.”

 She catches the older woman’s gaze. Holds it.

“It’s called the Lighthouse, but the beacon at the top isn’t where the light is. It’s not in some huge memorial room dedicated to Mythal. It’s here. There’s a chair with your seal on it, almost waiting for you to sit and watch him play. There’s the paintings on the walls. There’s… Look, when did this become me telling you about the Dread Wolf’s heart?”

“I have no idea,” Aili laughs in earnest this time.

“Really though, this is a good room. I like to sit and read by the windows in here sometimes. The light in here always makes be think of summer afternoons. The air has a sweetness to it, too. Something flowery. Heather, maybe. Or Lavender.”

Aili starts, her eyes going wide.

“What’s wrong?” Rill asks.

“You said it smells like lavender in here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“It’s…the soap I use. For my hair. I always have.”

“Well, there you have it!” Rill grins in triumph. “He kept your memory here. Away from his regrets. Somewhere bright and happy. Well…as happy as Solas gets, anyway. Not too bad for a candle flame, eh?”

Aili laughs again.

“Thank you, Rook.”

[rizykim]

Rain || Lee Felix

Pairing: Boyfriend!Felix × You

Summary: You and Felix were about to go on a date together,enjoy the quality time by eating ice cream and going to a cute cafe or so,when suddenly it started to pour. The boy busied himself with gaming while you on the other hand was sad for not being able to go out.

Warning: Fluff

Wordcount: 1K

Note: Instead of 'Y/n' it'll be '___' for you enter your name and this my first time writing oneshot fluff and if you did enjoy please do leave a like and repost if you can,it would help alot!

"Huh..." The girl sighed out of bed, staring out the window at the continuous pattern of rain falling on the already damp grass. Her chin rested on her hand as her elbow propped. Her eyes were lazily batting every now and then with the echoing sounds of video games, and the rain filled the room. It had been raining for the last 30 minutes, just when ___ suggested going out for ice cream with her boyfriend. She was really excited to finally have some time to have fun with her boyfriend, but unfortunately, the weather had different plans. With defeat, ___ decided to sleep, but that didn't go as planned, and instead she came out to her living room to watch TV. Only to see her boyfriend already occupying it. Not wanting to interrupt him and his friends who were playing with him online, he turned a blind eye and watched the rain instead.

"Huh..." She let out another sigh, wondering about the things she could do to pass time, but she wasn't in the mood to lift a single finger.

"You alright there, babe?" Her boyfriend spoke up, his attention still glued to the game controller, playing as his tiny hands fumbled with the controller.

"Eh? Oh, yeah, I'm good," she said, still seated on her chair, while her gaze focused on a raindrop that began running down the glass.

The boy turned his head back after a few seconds, observing his girl's gloomy attire as she leaned on the chair near the window. He took in how she looked so sad, like the bad weather outside. Possibly upset they couldn't go on a cute date they planned to go on. He mumbled a quick 'goodbye, I have to go' to his mic before switching off his game and walked over to the latter. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets (as the both of them were still in the same clothes they put on to go out) and tipped at the wall next to the window. He breathed in deeply as he joined in on starring at their yard. Listening to the soft, uneven melody of the rain.

"I'm bored," ___ said, gaining the others' attention.

"Well, what do you wanna do?" He asked, "I actually don't know... Just anything to pass time, I guess," she replied with a shrug.

The boy looked back at the yard through his window to to drift off into his thoughts to come up with something to keep both of them satisfied when an idea suddenly popped into his mind with his eyes lighting up for a second. He began opening the window and sliding it to the side before running out with a huge grin.

"What about this—oh shoot!" His smile dropped as he came back in. 

"What the heck was that?! You'll catch a cold, you idiot!!" ___ scolded, but he only smiled at her before going near the TV and grabbing the sound speakers from the storage cabinet under the TV and bringing them to the near where ___ was. He made them face the yard, ensuring they have good distance from the door for them to not get wet. He switched them on before rubbing his hands on his jeans before pulling out his phone, connecting the devices before, and starting to play some gentle tones.

The girl sat there in utter confusion of what he was trying to do until she was pulled out of her trance when she felt the other pull her hand and towards Outside.

"Felix, wait, what are you doing?! ___ complained once she felt the cold natural water starting to seep through her clothes. The cool rush of water running down her and starting to soak her. She tried to run back with her hands on top of her head to block out the rain, but Felix pulled her back. Crashing her against him and interweaving their hands together with a cheeky smile decorated on his pretty face "You said you were bored, right? Well, here's a chance to do something fun!" He laughed giddily, his whole face beaming with a huge grin.

"Felix, we'll get sick." She wasn't able to complete her words when she felt her boyfriend's lips lay a moist kiss on her cheek. Making her grumpy attitude disappear within a second.

"Quit sulking and let's have fun!" Felix said, giggling, and twirled her around, taking a few steps back and forth with their hands still connected, dancing to the loud music that played in the background. ___ was trying to bite back her smile but couldn't and was noticed.

"Ooo~ my, someone's blushing..." He teased, directing her in random directions as he guided her to dance along, "Oh, shut up! She said, chuckling, finally transiting her frown into a content smile.

The couple was in a fit of laughter and giggled, dancing together in the blissful moment. Bathing under the rain while being in each other's presence will soon be just a distant memory in their youths. 

It wasn't a fancy dance at a ball, nor was it a fun night at a party, but that moment felt nothing but perfection to them. The rain, the wet grass tickling their feet, the chilly weather, and the harmony of music. It felt better than words could explain. Both of them looked at the other with so much love and adoration, just as if it were still their first date together.

Whenever they were staring deeply into each other's eyes with much undescribable emotion, they felt for the other. Their bodies soaked with rain as it emitted cold, and the only source of warmth was their lovers hands; they had been long.

___ was in disbelief, not being able to take in how the guy she was dancing with was her own, one and only boyfriend. She didn't believe it. He looked more like a prince—a ray of sunshine and the sweetest man in her eyes. It was hard for her to understand how a person could be so perfect in every aspect. Her eyes traced from his drenched blonde hair that stuck to his head to his beautiful eyes, his small nose to his plump lips. Gazing at his smile, she had been feeling her heart melt ever since day 1.

Felix noticed her eyes lying on his lips and let out a small laugh and called out after a moment with a soft voice, "___." The girl looked up with a hum as a response at why he suddenly giggled. He then let out, "I love you." It wasn't his first time saying it, yet every time he did, it made her heart feel fuzzy and warm. She looked away from his eyes, trying to hold back her smile by muffling it against his shoulder.

"Aww, don't you just get shy whenever I say that?" he laughed with their steps still ongoing. She slowly looked back at him, an aching smile on her face. "I love you too, Felix," she mumbled as he chuckled at her shy words before brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. Stopping their footsteps for a moment, she looked into her eyes deeply, then to her lips. He slowly leaned in, connecting their lips together in a passionate kiss out of pure love. Their lips moving against the others in sync. His arms wrapped around her waist tightly, not ever wanting to let her go as her hands reached to his shoulders.

[forestofsprites]

sam putting cas on bunker storage room #18 clean-out duty bc the nosy angel enjoys rummaging enjoys organizing and sam's confident he'll breeze through it overnight, but what in fact happens is that cas is a nosy angel who enjoys rummaging enjoys organizing & thus pauses 13 minutes in bc he finds a doohickey that he's convinced dean will be able to tinker with and revive (he does), organizes sure but does so into an eclectic system of apparent whim (he himself thinks it’s perfectly sound and logical),& then ultimately spends the majority of the night poring over decades-old receipts and smiling away to himself

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

IDK if you've ever said anything about it, but in the Lights Out AU, what was Wally's first reaction on realizing that Frank was alive and he wasn't alone anymore? I imagine it was...quite emotional

i Haven't talked about their Initial Reunion yet, no! but yes, it was very emotional! there were certainly many emotions!

namely: fear, confusion, shock, and nearly killing your friend with an oversized baseball bat <3

[cryolyst]

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[queerstudiesnatural]

sometimes watching tv is good :) i've been watching home decor and home organising shows for the past couple of weeks, and today is my very first day of summer holiday (perks of being a teacher) and i immediately started reorganising and cleaning up my home

[godsfavoritescientist]

*collapses on the floor and starts having visions (new fic ideas)*

[devotedlystrangewizard]

me?? juggling two hyperfixations and two special interests?? its more likely than you think

[vampfucker666]

i managed to put all this (mostly newly acquired) cross stitch stuff away in a box and then remembered oh shit I Have Another Fucking Box!! and it is a mess and i have to open my other boxes up again and reorganize them now so i fink i am done for tonight. oh my GOD i need actual storage.

[bootyful-seventeen]

Quick question for the homies who have a bookshelf to display their kpop albums and/or mangas and figures, what kind of method or style do you like?

[2024skin]

Mom making fun of my room but she cannot appreciate how hard it is to keep a room organized when you have 1 shelf and 1 nightstand and no other table space

[29121996]

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[nomairuins]

the connor room glowup (above is my washington room below is my now room ^_^)

[illdothehotvoice]

You ever do the thing you've been putting off and then youre mad at yourself for putting it off cause it took like 2 hours at most???

[tame-the-lion-writes]

cat shifter reader x 141 pt.5

(Some angst today, but not without the added comfort.) CW: implied past abuse

Though you've had plenty of time to grow closer with the boys, they still haven't seen you as--well--you. Not since you first got sick.

The next time isn't the most fun, either.

You'd returned after another day hunting rodents--this time voluntarily, since you've witnessed how disappointed Gaz looks when seeing chewed-through grain sacks. You tell yourself it's only a returned favor; he did cook for you while you were sick, after all, and you don't like having unpaid debts. At least, that's what you tell yourself. Still, you huffed at the now-dried mud clinging to your fur--the result after a chase through the pig pen. Ghost seemed to notice, too, and scooped you up before you could dirty the wood floors inside the house, muttering something about you being too dirty to go trapsing around the place.

You let out a disgruntled meow, thinking he'd just throw you back out to wash your paws with the outdoor facet. Too tired to fight back, really. But instead, he heads to the bathroom.

And your heart drops.

You wriggle around, but the man just won't let go.

"Don't be like that. You need a bath. I already warmed the tub," he argues, wrapping you in a towel from the linen closet to try and avoid more scratches. You'd been doing so well, having let them carry you around most days. What now?

"Don't think she cares much for water," Price says, having just walked in as well. "Might be human somewhere in there, but she's a cat all the same."

"Even cats need baths once in a while. Especially this one," Ghost mutters. But as soon as he lowers you, and your paws hit the surface of the water--

"NO!"

In a blink, you're human--scrambling to stay in Ghost's arms with reckless abandon, your own hands wrapped around his neck and legs around his torso.

"What the!--"

He's about to lash back reactively when he sees the fear in your eyes--teary--and the shudder, the shaking of your shoulders before you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

"Not the water, not the water--" you mumble over and over again, hiccupping softly. Your cheeks are red as apples from the anxiety, and knuckles white as snow. It's clear that this is no simple dislike, but something more. Something that makes you cling to even him--to think, the man you've been so keen on despising.

But a man you think cares for you nonetheless.

"Hey, hey," Ghost eases, grip softening into something still firm but gentle. "Won't do nothin' you really don't like. Promise," he sighs, backing away from the tub. As soon as you're out of the bathroom, you calm down somewhat, though you refuse to speak or explain. Just sniffle in the awkward quiet before shifting back and bumping your head repeatedly into Ghost's chest--this time, grateful he hadn't let go. Price's idle talk fills the empty space.

"Easy now," the Captain mumbles, placing a hand to the top of your head. "You're alright."

They don't know why you're scared, and it's not as though you've offered any explanation. Despite your words, you seem fine with water itself--they've seen you paw at the water pouring from the sink, or dipping your feet in shallow--

In shallow water.

"... You think she had previous owners?" Price says slowly, watching as Ghost cradles you, frozen in gentleness.

"Don't know. Dunno if I wanna think about it."

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Bonus Thoughts:

Ghost is extra nice to you after this. I think we (breaking the fourth wall as actual readers) know why. You've got a temper; he's got a temper. You're stubborn; he's stubborn. And for fairly similar reasons.

It's also him who brings up giving you your own room first. "Can't have her stay in Soap's forever," is his only explanation. They have an extra office they use as a storage space, anyway.

"Since when did you get all soft on the cat?"

"'m not soft."